i visited the realm
of the damned
a place where i loved
someone i cannot have
there he was cursed
and i was chastised
for having loved at the
most inopportune hour

the agony of the doomed
was in his voice
it seemed to speak
of some hidden soul
that says i love you
but you deserve more
and i thought i needed you,
but then i was wrong

because love is like
an enchained demon
strained in anger
to gnaw our bones
it deceives when
you are torn between
passion and scorn
it is futile when
you are conceited
with loyalties
of your own

i have died many times,
so i must leave
the awful stirrings
i cannot resist
only to die again
in disbelief
that he never
really loved me
from the depths
of the pit